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"
Something
in
hand
the
whilst
,
"
continued
the
Norman
;
and
,
as
they
parted
at
the
postern
door
,
he
thrust
into
Cedric
's
reluctant
hand
a
gold
byzant
,
adding
,
"
Remember
,
I
will
fly
off
both
cowl
and
skin
,
if
thou
failest
in
thy
purpose
.
"
"
And
full
leave
will
I
give
thee
to
do
both
,
"
answered
Cedric
,
leaving
the
postern
,
and
striding
forth
over
the
free
field
with
a
joyful
step
,
"
if
,
when
we
meet
next
,
I
deserve
not
better
at
thine
hand
.
"
--
Turning
then
back
towards
the
castle
,
he
threw
the
piece
of
gold
towards
the
donor
,
exclaiming
at
the
same
time
,
"
False
Norman
,
thy
money
perish
with
thee
!
"
Front-de-Boeuf
heard
the
words
imperfectly
,
but
the
action
was
suspicious
--
"
Archers
,
"
he
called
to
the
warders
on
the
outward
battlements
,
"
send
me
an
arrow
through
yon
monk
's
frock
!
--
yet
stay
,
"
he
said
,
as
his
retainers
were
bending
their
bows
,
"
it
avails
not
--
we
must
thus
far
trust
him
since
we
have
no
better
shift
.
I
think
he
dares
not
betray
me
--
at
the
worst
I
can
but
treat
with
these
Saxon
dogs
whom
I
have
safe
in
kennel
.
--
Ho
!
Giles
jailor
,
let
them
bring
Cedric
of
Rotherwood
before
me
,
and
the
other
churl
,
his
companion
--
him
I
mean
of
Coningsburgh
--
Athelstane
there
,
or
what
call
they
him
?
Their
very
names
are
an
encumbrance
to
a
Norman
knight
's
mouth
,
and
have
,
as
it
were
,
a
flavour
of
bacon
--
Give
me
a
stoup
of
wine
,
as
jolly
Prince
John
said
,
that
I
may
wash
away
the
relish
--
place
it
in
the
armoury
,
and
thither
lead
the
prisoners
.
"
His
commands
were
obeyed
;
and
,
upon
entering
that
Gothic
apartment
,
hung
with
many
spoils
won
by
his
own
valour
and
that
of
his
father
,
he
found
a
flagon
of
wine
on
the
massive
oaken
table
,
and
the
two
Saxon
captives
under
the
guard
of
four
of
his
dependants
.
Front-de-Boeuf
took
a
long
drought
of
wine
,
and
then
addressed
his
prisoners
;
--
for
the
manner
in
which
Wamba
drew
the
cap
over
his
face
,
the
change
of
dress
,
the
gloomy
and
broken
light
,
and
the
Baron
's
imperfect
acquaintance
with
the
features
of
Cedric
,
(
who
avoided
his
Norman
neighbours
,
and
seldom
stirred
beyond
his
own
domains
,
)
prevented
him
from
discovering
that
the
most
important
of
his
captives
had
made
his
escape
.
"
Gallants
of
England
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
how
relish
ye
your
entertainment
at
Torquilstone
?
--
Are
ye
yet
aware
what
your
surquedy
and
outrecuidance
merit
,
for
scoffing
at
the
entertainment
of
a
prince
of
the
House
of
Anjou
?
--
Have
ye
forgotten
how
ye
requited
the
unmerited
hospitality
of
the
royal
John
?
By
God
and
St
Dennis
,
an
ye
pay
not
the
richer
ransom
,
I
will
hang
ye
up
by
the
feet
from
the
iron
bars
of
these
windows
,
till
the
kites
and
hooded
crows
have
made
skeletons
of
you
!
--
Speak
out
,
ye
Saxon
dogs
--
what
bid
ye
for
your
worthless
lives
?
--
How
say
you
,
you
of
Rotherwood
?
"
"
Not
a
doit
I
,
"
answered
poor
Wamba
--
"
and
for
hanging
up
by
the
feet
,
my
brain
has
been
topsy-turvy
,
they
say
,
ever
since
the
biggin
was
bound
first
round
my
head
;
so
turning
me
upside
down
may
peradventure
restore
it
again
.
"
"
Saint
Genevieve
!
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
what
have
we
got
here
?
"
And
with
the
back
of
his
hand
he
struck
Cedric
's
cap
from
the
head
of
the
Jester
,
and
throwing
open
his
collar
,
discovered
the
fatal
badge
of
servitude
,
the
silver
collar
round
his
neck
.
"
Giles
--
Clement
--
dogs
and
varlets
!
"
exclaimed
the
furious
Norman
,
"
what
have
you
brought
me
here
?
"
